ap·a·thet·ic
/ˌapəˈTHedik/
adjective
showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.
Similar: uninterested or indifferent
(Y/n) is a apathetic boy in gracefield house. He's 10 years old and one of the top scorers in the house. He keeps to h...
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A child who looked no older than the age of 5 was walking to the gate with a stuffed animal. He stopped in front of the gate which was open and stared inside of it. He slowly walked in looking at his surroundings as he went. The ground was kind of wet so it made splashes when he stepped.
Soon the kid saw a truck. He tightened his hold on the stuffed animal and brought it closer to his chest. He stepped towards the truck and when he looked at the back of it he saw that there was a curtain-like object covering the back of it.
He placed his hand on the curtain and slowly opened it up. As he did his eyes went wide as he saw what was in the back. There was a child. His body was lifeless and pale. His eyes looked straight into the child's wide eyes.
A few meters away he heard a door start to open. The kid stood there wide-eyed in fear gripping the stuffed animal tighter to the point it may just rip as he kept his eyes on the door. The door finally opened and what the kid saw frightened him more than he already was.
A creature of some sort came through the door. It quickly turned towards the child at neck-breaking speed. The giant thing he saw had on a mask but one Giant eye is what he could see. Suddenly a bell could be heard ringing and everything faded to black.
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M/n woke up to the sound of the bell not looking fazed in the slightest at the dream he had. Instead, he was only confused about why he had such a weird dream. 'what the hell kind of dream was that?' He asked himself as he got up from his bed and saw two little kids go to Norman's bed since he was still sleeping.
M/n walked behind them and watched them shake him awake. "Norman, it's morning!" One of the little kids said.
Norman had sweat dripping down his face and his eyes were wide as he woke up. As he got up he stared at the two children but shook off the feeling he had when he was asleep and opened his arms. "Good morning." The albino looking boy greeted the two. The two little kids jumped into his arms to hug him.
The two kids got off of him and went to get dressed. That's when he finally took notice of the h/c-haired boy staring at him blankly. Norman smiled at him. "Good morning, m/n." Norman greeted him.
M/n didn't give him the same greeting instead he got, "you looked quite distraught." The 10-year-old called him out, looking as bored as usual.
Norman got out of his bed and put a hand on his neck as he stood up. "You're always so observant. It was just a bad dream I had though, nothing to worry about." Norman explained to the younger boy.
M/n tilted his head in confusion. "who the hell said i was worried? all i said is that you looked distraught. nothing more nothing less." M/n told Norman keeping his ever-so monotonous voice. M/n then left Norman with the two kids so he could get dressed already being done with his bullshit.
